in a crazy world like this, i just want to be the craziest of them all

i'm vain like that, gotta come out on top,

but i live, i love at the bottom of a swollen shaft full of

radios and analogue signals,

floppy discs and cd players,

a decade-and-a-half,

is that what i've come to?

king of all that isn't,

because i'm too weak to be

queen, no,

i need defending, defend me!

lest i fall in check with him,

a masked assailant and

my worst enemy, my darkest hour

(i've always been afraid of the dark,

and this,


fate is coming for me

you are fate and you are


like a mall directory.)